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Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Nearly 70 years ago, your career as a dramatist could have landed you in a plush conveyance as befitted a wearer of wing-collar and homburg. Never mind the delightfully phallic cheroot -- it's the idea that your lap-of-luxury seatmates could be a metallurgist and a surgeon that make today's arts careers seem so futile. It's a 1943 Life Magazine ad for ... but see the rest at LiveJournal.